𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

"I wish I could summon an army of dwarfs." Gimli says. 

"I feel as if you don't need to." I say.

"Men! Listen!" Theoden King yells.

I turn. I grip the reins. Gimli shuffles forward.

"We ride to Rohan. We will join up with Eomer." Theoden King says.

I nod.

Legolas.

I look around in a startle.

This isn't over.

I will not be blinded by your trickery any longer.

Was it really a trick?

Yes.

Is that what you'll keep telling yourself just to fulfill your needs?

... I... no. You deceived me.

Did I? Or did you honestly not feel them?

Of course not.

Are you really going to keep telling yourself that?

It is the truth.

Are you sure?

Yes.

I will have use for you. We'll meet again. Love is funny that way.

What are you talking about? I don't love you.

"Legolas." Gimli says.

He breaks my thoughts.

"We're moving." Gimli points.

I nod.

"Are you alright?" He looks up at me.

"I'm fine." I say.

"Yeah, I've heard that so many times, but I don't believe a word of it. Is it him?" He asks.

"...yes." I say.

"Just don't think about it." Gimli says.

"Easier said than done." I sigh.